"Fuck!" Alan hissed, kicking the side of the car and running his hands through his hair, disheveled and panicked. No one could know about this. Especially not his mother.
Desperation clawed at him as he stared at the men, his mind racing, knowing he was in way over his head.
He froze, suddenly remembering the trunk was still open. Casting a quick glance around and seeing no one in sight, he swiftly closed it, slipped into the driver's seat, and pulled the door shut. His hands trembled as he started the car, fingers gripping the steering wheel as he fought to steady his breathing. Finally gaining control, he steered out of the compound.
As the car disappeared into the distance, a petite figure in white cotton pajamas emerged from the shadows, tapping her phone to end a video recording.
A smile tugged at her lips as she twirled the phone in one hand, while the other fingered the ends of her blonde hair tied into a high ponytail.
